Ma, come mai, non mi scrivi

Sometimes, I believe that words are universal like a painting viewed under the light of a candle or a symphony while I strain to listen for the cello. There is no comparison between those who will and do communicate and those who, for whatever reason, do not. Our word is our life and the blood that runs through our veins. Like our blood, our word circulates among our community and keeps the body alive. In moments contemplating the meaning of words, I experience my own contribution to the community and I wonder whether the meaning will ever be understood by the two, very most important people in my life. I’ll call this an anti-mother’s day. “But, how is it, you never write?” I understand. I just hope you can grown and come into your own understanding. Then we can talk. Maybe I’ll even answer a question with conviction.

Sheild Laws Protect Democracy

The Star Advertiser reports that Hawaii’s Shield Law has been voted out of committee to be extended for two years through 2013.

Shield laws protect journalists from requirements to disclose sources of unpublished information. The “word on the street” gets a voice.

Currently scheduled to expire in June 2011, the measure, HB 1376 SD71 is an extension of a temporary measure that mirrors permanent measures in “Thirty-six states and the District of Columbia [that] have a permanent shield law,” according to Jeff Portnoy, Esq.. Portnoy says the law is stronger because it protects online bloggers.

Media outlets such as The Associated Press, Honolulu Star-Advertiser, West Hawaii Today, The Garden Island, Hawaii News Now, KITV, Honolulu Civil Beat, Hawaii Business and Hawaiireporter.com have submitted testimony in support.

As of 4/21/2011, , “The House Conference Managers recommend to agree to the Senate Amendments. The votes were as follows: 3 Ayes: Representative(s) Keith-Agaran, B. Oshiro, Thielen; Ayes” with no reservations, noes or excused.

Over 1.3 million Hawaiian residents live their lives, paying taxes and expecting the best from our government. There are a few who don’t like these rules. When they get noisy, Hawaii taxpayers shell-out for injustices.

I don’t advocate domestic violence. I have never committed domestic violence. Yet unregistered and badly regulated groups such as certain domestic violence victims advocates have become an industry unto themselves. They exert control over the judiciary and people like me and my children suffer, intolerably, the destruction of our families.

Word on the street is that our Social Services industry is rife with people who are not capable of performing their duties in the “best interests of the children” or of their families. Truth may be that there are a few bad apples spoiling the mead.

This bill is not about defunding necessary human services so badly needed in our State. So many people on the street need these services. This bill is about protecting the word on the street so that our Representatives and Senators, who have been mislead by an organized few, can separate the wheat from the chaff and hear the truth in what we, the people, are saying.

For they know not

It is often the intent of the perpetrator to assign blame. The assignment is a literal washing of the hands. The cleansing action assists the perpetrator to support a wall of lies against the truth. When a parent succumbs to the washing of blame and hiding behind the facade, they also lose the perspective of the very messy truth of parenting. We all share in its failures and successes.

Yet, it is hard to see how a man contributes when a woman entertains murder as an option. How can a Susan Smith, or a Lashanda Armstrong, drive a car into a lake or river with children buckled in and then be considered a good mother or parent. Susan remains behind bars, at least in a psychiatric facility. Lashanda assigned blame to her children and took them with her into the depths of the cold Hudson waters that took all their lives. The truth is in her final action, an act of revenge against a man she once loved–even if only for a moment–damned her children to the hell in her mind.

Only, the 10-year old boy had the presence of mind to know that, this wasn’t the first time, but it would be the last. “My mommy just drove the car into the water” he said. Not only did he lose his mother, but his three siblings, too. He is old enough to be cognizant, street-smart enough to have survived, smart enough to recall an argument about a cheating step-father, hurt enough to know that their broken family was about to be broken again forever. Murder takes away the ones we love.

Too often, the custodial parent–angry and alone–strikes out at the ones who are the most innocent. Too often, the children are hurt emotionally and no one knows better; or cares. Too often, the violence is physical and damages the children for life. Too often, a father is terminated from the lives of his children. Too often, people like Susan Smith, Diane Downs, Andrea Yates, Darlie Routier, Dena Schlosser, and now, Lashanda Armstrong will be given a pass on the murder of their children.

Each of us learns to love as we are loved. When we learn to love, we can share that with others whom we love.

Mothers who kill; have they ever learned love? Or are they a special breed of humanity at it’s worst. What kind of human can justify an eye for an eye and take a soul for nail clippings? A simple act of forgiveness is all that was needed.

It is reported that Ms. Armstrong said, “Oh, my God, I made a mistake, I made a mistake.” But it was too late.